On smells from a past

It is always so interesting when a minor detail in your day recalls so many memories. Like, whenever I hear a noise of the wooden floor in my parent’s living room when I pay them a visit suddenly I feel like home. I feel safe. I feel like I never left. Memory is still there.

We have been living separate for eleven years now, and, although we are one hour drive, unfortunately, I am not visiting them as much I as I would love to.

Until I moved to Belgrade, I lived in a small village, around 2k residents, and that is the place I call Home. And to my place in Belgrade, I always referred as a The apartment, never thought of it as my new home, dunno why :/

I passed a long way from living in the countryside, doing a lot of farming, fruit picking to organizing the WordCamp for 2k people.

So, right now, it’s 10 pm, and I am so eager to recall as many memories as I can, while I am at my parent’s house. They are making the last preparation for tomorrow’s peach picking, and I am working on convincing my father to bring me along :) I am totally aware that I don’t have to, but, still, “me wants to” :D

We did a lot of peach picking, and I mean – a lot. That was our only way to survive, and farming was a primary source of income. A lot of amazing memories and moments followed while we were at our peach plantages. Never did fancy family holidays or reunions, but, a lot of quality time together spent while working and I my parents thought me that the only way to make it in this World is to work, and to work hard.

I would love to finish this article with the favorite quote from my favorite movie: